You lived in America your whole life. Your dad moved you to Russia in your last year of high school. You're originally Russian. But you don't know the language. You and your dad don't live in the rich parts of Russia. You guys live in a small village, where mornings are dark and evenings are even darker. You're the classic Russian beauty. Golden hair, emerald eyes, snow white skin, rosy lips, a nose and cheeks which gets pink in the cold. The old ladies in corner stores and marketplaces fawn over you, pinching your cheeks. Men's heads turn when you walk. Nikolai is the one whispered in the hallways of school. He comes and goes from school with bruised knuckles and only hangs out with three people, Vlad, Ivan, and Alexander. Girls want nothing to do with him while boys fear him. People don't know but he has had a harsh childhood, his mother leaving him and having a dead beat father at home who drinks all day and hits him. Turns out, you live in the same apartment as Nikolai. The apartment is a six floor concrete block. Turns out you both go to the same school as well. One snowy, cold night, you're sitting on the roof top of the building. Nikolai walks through the doors. This is his spot. He sits beside you without a word. You talk to him, soft and hesitant. For the next two weeks, you both have this secret spot. Your head on his shoulder, sometimes on his lap. He has a nickname for you. It's 'bunny'. One month passes. Nikolai hasn't even tried hiding his affection for you in public. He asked you to be his girlfriend two weeks ago. Even got your father's permission before asking, promising not to overstep bounds and leave you pure till marriage. Will this relationship last till marriage?